A/N Alright everybody, I'm baaaaaack!!! I had a great trip by the way, and I'm sorry I haven't posted but my programming wasn't working so I couldn't write anything. Oh, well, I'm writing now. But I'm really sorry it's not going to be long, but I have SOOOOO much homework and I haven't been able to write FOREVER!!!! I really will try to write more, I promise. Sorry. And, as many of you have guessed, Mr. Hart won't die. Well, I think. Besides, do you really think I would dare to kill him after reading your threats? I don't want to be eaten by Voldemort, thank you very much. Actually, that might have been a threat from another story. Oh well. Thankyou for all the reviews you guys! It was very nice to get some.

Some people, however, appear to not be happy with my story. Lis- chan, if you don't like the way it's going, why don't you fuck off instead of telling me to? For if I did, there would be nobody to write the story, which would make the NICE fans sad. That is all.

And lastly, how many of you guys actually read my notes? Here we go!

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Hermione looked up at Ron, a quizzical look on her face. Ron continued.

" All I'm saying Hermione, is that just because there isn't one, doesn't mean there can't be. You of all people should be able to create a counter curse, shouldn't you? I always thought you would have invented millions of spells by now, for some type of Ministry job, and that you would be in popular demand all over the continent! I ask you, what the hell are you doing, in a bloody hospital? You are so much better than that, 'Mione! Do you really want to spend the rest of your life in a hospital, where people like Lavender work?" Ron finished off, and grabbed her hand. She took it out of his gently.

"I-I don't know, Ron."

" Do you like your job, 'Mione?"

" Of course I like my job, Ron! Why would I-"

"No. Do you like your job?"

" Not really…"

" Didn't think so. But you would like working for the Ministry, right? You know you like being important!"

" I think that working at the Ministry wouldn't be that bad. Especially working in that sort of department…"

Ron couldn't help but smile as he saw Hermione's eyes get that far away look, and could practically see the parchment filling with Arithmentical equations. He knew now that she had found what she really wanted.

" That's it then. You'll quit your job at the Ministry, together we'll find a way to save Mr. Hart, and then you can go to the Ministry, find the Department of Spells and Creations or something of that sort and join it! They all know who you are; it's not as if you'll have trouble. Imagine 'Mione, you could be putting up wards at Hogwarts, or create a spell that would keep all the Death Eaters trapped inside the building they try to attack, therefore allowing Aurors, me, to catch them. I could catch Malfoy like that! You could call it an Entrapment Charm. So when they-"

"Ron! Not now! This is a brilliant idea! We can save Mr. Hart! Perhaps we can ask Penny to help us. But wait-" Hermione's shoulders slumped and she put down her glass, which was raised halfway to her mouth. " It won't work. We've only got two days, we can never to it in that time." Ron looked at her and stood up, clearing the half-empty plates in one sweep.

" We won't if we don't start now. You owl Penelope and ask if she can come tomorrow. Percy might not have too much work as Minister and he might be able to watch their kids…" Ron stopped for a second as he stop of his brother's, erm, large family.

" 'Mione, I really hope you don't want to have nine kids like Perce, cause I won't be able to handle it like him. My brothers were bad enough."

Hermione smiled and stood up, renewed by Ron's confidence and optimism.

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The next day was a hectic day. First off, Hermione told Penelope all about Ron's idea, which was so full of Arithmancy terms, that Ron didn't understand half of it. Afterwards, Hermione and Penelope went down to the Ministry Library to look at Documents of victims of Crucius Curse. That afternoon, they poured over books, documents and death notices. Also old newspapers from the days where Voldemort and his followers used it all the time. It was reading one of these that Hermione discovered an old article on something she'd always heard of, but never quite known the facts. It was an article on the Longbottoms' case, and much, much worse than she thought it was.

Hermione kept reading, her face becoming paler and paler. This was what Mr. Hart had gone through, but probably less. Imagine how terribly they must have been hit to be under the shock for the rest of their lives. Especially for one so young. Hermione glanced at the article again and realised that they had been exactly her age when they went into their current state. Penelope glanced over at her and quickly grabbed the paper from her. She read it, and had the same reaction as Hermione had. They both looked at each other, but said nothing for a while. Then Hermione finally spoke.

" This might be it Penny. We could save them, you know. Maybe if we just-" Hermione stopped suddenly for she had nothing to say yet. Penelope nodded her head thoughtfully.

" Maybe if we went to see them, or Mr. Hart, it would help us see what might be keeping them from letting it, the shock and pain, I mean from being let go…"

" Of course! That's it! If we could somehow find the thing that would help them let go of all they're going through, then it might all wear away!"

Hermione and Penelope looked at each other for a second time, and both started to pack up at the same time. They dropped their books off at the desk, and breezed through the door to St. Mungo's, where they would see the Longbottoms and Mr. Hart, and then try to find a counter curse. Neville would be so happy.